Roller Coaster

No not the type you get at the Pleasure Beach although a lot of pleasure came into today and come to think of it I was left high and dry like a beached whale, but I have already been there, got the tee shirt and very wet as well: No, I am referring to the kind of emotional roller coaster ride that both myself and Mistress Maggie experienced during today's session.

It started with delight as I was met at the door to the Chambers by Mistress in a short tight pink latex skirt that started and ended just below her bottom. That was certainly a very welcome greeting and I tried really hard not to do that boyish pastime of looking up a lady's skirt as we climbed the stairs to The Playroom. I did, by and large succeed although I must admit to a sneaky peek and catch a glimpse of Mistresses nakedness under her skirt!

Apparently, I was far too keen to perform my boot worship because Mistress had intended for me to polish and clean them first but once in my catsuit and comfy hood, my training took over and I was cleaning and worshipping the knee boots with gusto. I did think they would benefit from more than just my licking and that is exactly what Mistress had intended. I snuggled comfortably at Maggie's feet and was presented with a tin of boot polish, a normal 'polish off' brush, a polishing cloth and ... a cotton bud to apply the polish. First task was to remove the boots. Unzip each one in turn and oh so gently, remove one foot at a time. Well Not remove the foot of course, that would have left Maggie hopping mad, but remove the boot from each foot!

I set to work methodically applying the polish with the little bud and once started was able to do what I believe was a reasonable job of applying to each of the boots panels in a methodical and thorough manner. I was happy cleaning, polishing and sneaking a quick glance at Mistress nakedness.

I took my time and we talked a little, laughed at some trivial point or comment that I made and I was, at that stage, as happy a slave as I could have imagined. I was very careful not to get polish anywhere but on the boot but, as always Mistress had planned for her slave being a little careless at times and thoughtfully provided a copy of the free local rag to guard the sheep skin rug. Fortunately, I only fumbled the cotton bud once as I was gazing at the beautiful site that presented itself occasionally and I think quite intentionally by Mistress.  After that little slip, I spent less time ogling and more concentration on the job in hand.

Use the 'polish off' brush slave and I did. Arm inside the boot and a vigorous and efficient polish of both boots and finish with the polishing cloth slave. They were bright and shining by the time I had finished and I was secretly pleased that I had licked, kissed and worshipped before applying the polish otherwise I might have been going home with a black polish tongue. One thing Mistress told me, and I will remember is that when the polish goes all cracked and brittle in the bottom of the tin, heat and melt the contents and it cools to a perfect surface. I do learn many and various very useful tips during my lessons!

At this stage I was ready to try and put the boots back on those gorgeous feet but Mistress had a much better use for her slave. She laid on the latex bed face up, feet on a towel and I was instructed to massage those feet. Life just got better. Mistress gave instructions how best to massage; firm strokes, moisturiser and ... I had remembered from last time, no moisturiser between toes. I have to admit to a considerable amount of frustration as I was forced to view her nakedness under her skirt.   I will recheck the house rules but I cannot recall anything about not looking at Mistress. It is however the most sublime form of torture and one I could endure for as long as my Mistress wanted me to.

I didn't think Maggie could inflict any more of this sensuous torture but she could. She languidly rolled onto her front and instructed me to massage her thighs. Long firm strokes from her knees to the tops of those very beautiful legs. Long, firm slow strokes; a little lube and absolute concentration on my part not to overstep the upper limit. Once again I have to thank Mistresses  previous training and although sensually  tortured, that was one wonderful experience and I think Maggie enjoyed being pampered and I detected her being able to relax, happy in the knowledge that her slave knew his place. I did get to finally replace Mistresses boots, socks first and then line up the foot to the boot, no twisting and the foot gently sank back into the clean polished boots.

Mistress fitted me with an anal electrode and was considering some form of anchoring it in place but it fitted so well, almost too well and there it stayed. I caused major problems in the next part of the session. Mistress had intended to suspend me from the ceiling using the stout harness but first I struggled with the tightness then every time Mistress tried to get both legs off the ground, I couldn't maintain balance and swung wildly out of control. Try as she may she just couldn't get the right position to get my leg airborne. It was at that point my previous delightful frustration turned to the frustration of despair. I felt totally useless. I tried as hard as I could to help by keeping still but it just wouldn't work. Mistress was getting more exasperated until she wisely said this isn't going to work Unfortunately, I had to agree as I was absolutely useless and I felt almost sorry for Maggie having to put up with such a useless subject but very relieved that she does persevere with my training. She may still see some potential yet in her useless slave!

Maggie explained that she had intended to attach a bucket to my dangling balls and fill it with her nectar, instead I would have to drink it direct from source. I must admit of the two options, weight round balls or consuming my Mistresses nectar was a close decision, not! As it happened I may prove marginally less than totally useless as the extra time generated by not having the suspension, allowed us to try out Mistresses new fitting for her toilet box. This is a translucent latex cone with  a central tube.

The cone isn't finished yet resulting in me needing three cushions to get lips close enough to maintain a good grip on the black rubber tube. It is a strange feeling as you can only see shadows through the rubber. I saw the familiar shadow of Mistress as she descended onto the seat and you see the shadow of the liquid as it gradually fills the conical shape.

With a tight grip on the tube I found I was able to regulate the flow to suit my drinking habits which is just as well because, in its unfinished state it would have been a very soggy end to the session should the tube have slipped out and there was a LOT of nectar to consume. It would have been a fare weight in a bucket from my balls. I was determined not to disappoint my Mistress any more and diligently consumed everything delivered into the cone. After my very welcome drinking bout, we sat, made suggestions about the delivery method, ruled out some far fetched ideas but I think Mistress did take away a few things to mull over.

I wish I hadn't created so much frustration for Mistress. I hope Maggie will  try the suspension again with perhaps another way of getting me airborne and I am really pleased that Mistress, depsite my useless performance, has agreed to continue my training in the very near future. One final point about the electrode throbbing away throughout the session. I thought we had lost it deep in the bowels of this slave but Mistress Maggie thinks of everything and had already looped the wires securely round the base, should they have been needed to pull out the electric bomb from the electrified bum. They weren't however required and it slipped out quite easily.